Today is Recca's birthday. Recca's father seems very cheerful. He wants to give Recca a hug.  "Recca, my boy! Here comes daddy to give you a good ol' birthday hug!" He spreads out his arms wide, grinning very happily.

Ohka: Argh! My arms have been chopped off! Mayday! Mayday!

Author: Oh, shut up. They haven't been chopped off. They're just not in the picture, all right? Sheesh.

Ohka: Oh, right. *He continues to smile his insanely happy grin*

Recca is shocked. "Since when has my Dad ever gotten into the habit of hugging his son whom he has not seen for over 400 years? First of all, he's dead. And second, he's a flame dragon living in my arm. Third, he's dead. What a weirdo." But Recca, being the nice little son he is, decides to play along.

Ohka: *snorts* Nice son, my foot!

Recca: You shut up! Who was the one who decided to wipe out the entire Hokage Ninja clan by keeping all the madougu?

Ohka: But it was for the good of the people! If not, Ohda would've...

Recca: Oh sure. Blame it on the demon. *Fight ensues*

Author: WOULD YOU TWO QUIT IT????!!!!

*Ten minutes later, two very bruised men emerge from the dust and continue on with the story*

"Daddy!" says Recca joyfully. "Recca!" says Ohka joyfully. The two rush forward to give each other hugs. But then...

Recca: Anou... Dad, why are we totally black? I have no face! Plus part of your arm's still hanging in mid-air!

Ohka: Actually, I don't know either, son. I suppose Anzai-sensei decided to draw us like this to make us look   more artistic.

*The two sit down to wonder why being black and featureless would make them look more artistic. They think. And think. And think. And think. And...

Reader: Oi! You two! Just get on with it!

Author: *sweatdrop* *to the reader* Gomen. I'll fix this right away. *refering to the father and son duo* What is with these two? How many more times do I have to get them to cooperate properly? What a bunch of morons... *mumblemumble*

Recca and Ohka: Hey! What did you say?! Come out, fire! (In case you didn't know, that's what Recca says in the AXN dub when he wants to use his flame [Before he he found out about the fire dragons] I've always found it to be very funny. ^_^)

Author: Argh! *Gets burnt to a crisp*

Recca and Ohka: *Highfive*
*An anvil comes falling out of the sky, flattening the two into VERY thin pancakes*

Recca and Ohka: *Through mooshed lips* Itai...

Author: *In a very dangerous voice* Try frying me again, and you'll find yourself in a worse situation.
Ohka: *After "replumping" themselves up (Ah... praise the resilency of anime characters...)* *whispering* I find it hard to believe that there could be a situation worse than being forced to participate in this idiotic birthday fanfic.

Author: *raises an eyebrow* Did you say something? 

Recca and Ohka: Er... no! Nothing! *The fanfic continues*

Ohka: Mwahaha! Take this! Consider this as my birthday present: A free one-way ticket to the moon! Recca: Help! I don't want to go to the moon... *He flies to the moon, encircles it twice and comes back crashing onto the ground*

Author: Hey! Wait a minute! That wasn't supposed to happen in the original script!

Ohka: Sorry. I couldn't resist. But don't you think it's funnier this way?

Recca: *still smushed against the floor* No.

Author: *Grumble grumble* Fine, I'll adjust the script. Just this once, you hear me? *Starts writing something on the script she's holding in her hand. An evil grin slowly spreads over her face, one which Ohka (Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on who you are) doesn't see*

Ohka laughs at Recca. "Hahaha! You musn't let down your guard like that no matter what the situation! You should always be concerned about your personal safety!" For a moment, Recca is speechless. He says "........." (And yes, there ARE exactly 9 dots both in my sentence and in the picture. You can count to verify my statement if you wish, but don't blame me if you go blind. ^_^) Suddenly, Recca grins. he says, "You're just like my foster dad Shigeo! Got rid of the tension, too!"

But Recca is just pretending to be happy. He is actually angry. He stops smiling. He gets up and punches his father right across the room.

Recca: Yay! FINALLY I get to do something cool! *flexes as Ohka peels himself off the wall on the opposite side of the room, leaving a huge dent on it*

Recca: By the way, why isn't there a picture for that scene? I would so love to have seen it... *sighs dreamily as he remembers how fun it was to punch Ohka across the room*

Author: *irritated* Anzai-sensei hasn't drawn one yet.

Recca: Darn. *Adds as an afterthought* And actually, it's not really a room. I mean, this IS drawn on paper and scanned into the computer and everything. It's more like a little box on your screen.

Author: *pulls out her hair* WHATEVER! Would you just get on with it, for heaven's sake?!

Recca: *grumbling* Oh all right. I guess I should thank you for letting me punch Ohka anyway... it was the most satisfying thing I've ever done. *mumbles* Minus punching Kurei across the face and knocking him out, that is.

*Kurei appears with a poof*

Kurei: Did someone mention my name?

Author: ARGH! NO! Not another interruption! What's your problem????

All Three Hokage Flame Casters: *mumbling* You.

Author: *With a steely glint in her eye* Did the three of you just say something?

ATHFC: *simultaneously* No.

*Kurei disappears hurriedly to avoid any bodily harm that might occur to any of the THFC if they ever dare to interupt the skit again*

Reader: You know, ATHFC actually sounds like THTC. Are you ripping off Fushigi Yuugi, by any chance?

Author: *Groans* Not you too! And to answer your question, no. It just so happens that the acronym for "All Three Hokage Flame Casters" sounds the same as THTC, okay?!

Reader: Okay, okay! Sheesh. Touchy.

Ohka gets mad. He and Recca smash their heads together. Both father and son have two bumps now. They begin to argue.

Ohka: Wait! *flaring up* What was that I heard about you saying it was satisfying to punch me? (Kinda slow on the uptake, huh, Ohka? That scene's already passed! ^_^) What kind of a son is this? After all I've done for him!

Recca: And what HAVE you done? Got yourself killed and left my Mom to wonder around for 400 years, all alone!

Ohka: You ungrateful brat! I did that to try to save the world as well as save your worthless, miserable life, you got that? It's not my fault that sissy Ohda was too scared to fight fair and had like a million times more soldiers!

Recca: *waves hand* Yeah yeah. Sure. Whatever you say.

Ohka: Hmph. I bet he doesn't even know the meaning of filial piety. 

Recca: *glares* Of course I do. I'm not dumb, you know.

Ohka: *sarcastically* Oh no, you're not dumb. You just have the intelligence of a cow, that's all.

Recca: *looking just about ready to explode* Fine then! I'll show you that I know what it means! Here's a picture as proof! Here. *whips out a picture hidden somewhere*

Caption: Fuuko in her underwear?????!!!!!! - (BTW, this IS the one in volume 13. Seems like he's kept it. Naughty, naughty Recca. ^_^)

Ohka: That's frilly panty, you idiot! I meant FILIAL PIETY!

(Author's note: Gomen, people. I know it's ecchi, but I was trying to find a phrase to rhyme with filial piety and this was all I could come up with. *sheepish*)

*Fuuko suddenly appears out of nowhere*

Fuuko: Recca, you hentai! *Snatches the picture out of his hand and rips it into VERY tiny pieces. Then she proceeds to beat up Recca*

Ohka: *cheering* Go, Fuuko! Beat up this undeserving son of mine! *Gulps as Fuuko suddenly turns towards him menacingly*

Fuuko: He's YOUR son. Which means that YOU *Jabs a finger in his dirction* are probably the one who passed your hentainess down to him. Unforgivable! *Cue miscellaneous crashes and bangs in the background as she beats Ohka up*

*She suddenly disappears as the author waves her hand*

Author: NOW will you two behave?

Ohka and Recca: Itai... *touches their bumps (Of which they have ALOT) gingerly* We should never have agreed to do this fanfic.

*Fuuko reappears with an audible pop and advances towards them*

Ohka and Recca: *frantically* Ok, ok, we're sorry! We're very happy to be doing this, all right?!

*Fuuko disappears again and they continue on with the (severely mangled) birthday skit*

Kokuu, who has been watching all along, although he has not been mentioned until now, (I'm the Author, ok? I get to do what I want!) comments that they behave so much alike. They certainly are father and son. Recca and Ohka protest that they are not alike. They make funny faces. Kokuu sweatdrops.

However, in the end Ohka and Recca made up. They had a very happy time celebrating Recca's birthday together. The end.

Recca: Hey! why'd it end so quickly?

Author: *Vaguely* Um... I thought it'll be more fun to let the readers decide what you two did to celebrate your birthday by themselves.

Ohka: *smugly* In other words, she didn't know how to end it.

Recca: She's too stupid to think of anything interesting.

*The Father and son duo high-five*

*They are suddenly overrun by a herd of stampeding Elephants dressed in pink fluffy tutus*

Recca and Ohka: *Groans* We and our big mouths.

Author: *sighs* FINALLY it's over. *Opens a bottle of aspirin and gulps it all down* Remind me NEVER to do anything like this again.

*She goes off, massaging her head and groaning*

Recca and Ohka: *Through flattened lips* Wharr aber urs? Halb urs, sunbrodie...

(Translation: What about us? Help us, somebody...)

*The curtains closes on the stage (Did I ever mention it all took place on a stage?) as the pair continue to cry for help feebly*

*Random person runs across the stage, bearing a sign which reads:*

The End of Recca's Happy Birthday or Father and Son Bonding

Author: *Comes on to the stage, in front of the closed curtains* In case you need some explanation, the original story that Ohka and Recca were acting out was supposed to be told in a very simple form (Like a child's way of writing) and take place in the tables. That is, until those bakas *glares at the two (Yes, her eyes can see through curtains. Amazing, isn't it, what authors can do?)* messed it up totally. So all the stuff going on outside the tables were NOT supposed to happen... but they did anyway. Oh woe is me! *Flutters away dramatically, a hand placed on her forehead*

*Behind the curtains, muffled yelps can still be heard*